Gaming.

                                                 ~Property of Mystery.~

    The living room was a mess. Various magazines were strewn across the carpet, along with old chick flicks. Soda cans and chip bags were everywhere as well, and Toris wondered how Feliks could live in such a pig sty. "So," the Lithuanian began hesitantly, "why did you invite me over again?"
    Feliks looked up from fiddling with the television remote, and he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he said. "I just got this new game, and I figured we could, like, play it."
    "Oh," Toris mumbled, carefully stepping around the various items scattered around the floor, as he made his way to the couch. He cautiously sat down next to Feliks, setting his satchel in his lap. "What's this new game about?" He asked.
    Feliks shrugged again. "I'm not sure. I just heard it was supposed to be, like, really good," he admitted, getting off of the couch and walking toward the coffee table. He picked up a small case, and returned to the sofa. "This is it," the Polish man said, handing the game to Toris.
    Toris took the video game into his hands, and looked at the cover. It had a picture of a girl on it. She had bright blue hair, and was wearing a tight, pink, leotard. She even had matching pink boots. The girl was holding a sword in her left hand, and her mouth was open, like she was shouting something. The game was called Arcadia. Toris shrugged. "Looks cool," he said, before handing the game back to Feliks.
    Feliks accepted it, and got up again so he could get the game set up. He pressed a few buttons on a console, and soon it opened, allowing him to put the disc inside. Once it closed again, he pressed a few more buttons, and the main menu popped up on the television screen. He then opened a drawer, and pulled out two controllers. "Here," he called, tossing one to Toris, and kicking the drawer shut.
    Toris fumbled a little, but managed to catch the controller. "Thanks," he said. "But don't do that next time. Somebody could get hurt."
    Feliks skipped back over to the couch, and plopped back down on it. "It's fine," he reassured. "Like, you worry too much."
    "Blame that on yourself," Toris mumbled.
    "What was that?" Feliks asked.
    "Nothing!" Toris said quickly. "Let's start the game, okay?"
    "Okay," Feliks replied, his usual smirk on his face. He selected the play button using his controller, and the screen changed to another menu. It looked like they could choose their characters here. "You can pick one," Feliks said. "I, like, might take a while."
    Toris nodded in reply, and he hesitantly picked up his controller. He hadn't played a lot of video games, and he didn't exactly know how to operate the menu. But, after pressing a couple of buttons, he had figured it out. New characters were flashing by on the screen. They were all wearing bright clothing, and had huge weapons. "This must be a fighting game," Toris thought to himself. He finally settled on a girl with long brown hair in a ponytail, wearing a vibrant purple dress, and white boots. She was carrying a large hammer. The Lithuanian leaned back into the couch. "Okay, I'm ready," he told Feliks.
    Feliks nodded, then leaned back as well. "Me too," he said. He had selected a girl with strawberry blonde hair in pigtails, wearing a hot pink shirt and jean shorts. She had orange sneakers, and had a large pair of scissors as her weapon. He pressed a few more buttons, and the menu disappeared. In its place was an arena, with their two characters standing on opposite ends of it. Feliks turned to face Toris. "Ready to play?" He asked.
    Toris nodded. "Yeah."
    "Okay then!" Feliks exclaimed, suddenly grinning. Then, without warning, he began button mashing. His character flew across the room, and began attacking Toris', tossing the girl around like she was a rag doll.
    "Hey! Woah! Stop!" Toris yelled, trying to make his character fight back. The only problem was, he still had no idea how to play. He began pressing random buttons on his controller, but that only seemed to make things worse. "I don't know how to play! What do I do?!" He yelled, slowly becoming frantic.
    Feliks just smirked at Toris. "Like, that's your problem, not mine!" He proclaimed, continuing to effortlessly toss Toris' character around the arena.
    Toris internally sighed. Of course Feliks wasn't going to help him. He should've seen that one coming. It looked like he would just have to figure things out by himself. So, he desperately began to button mash as well, trying to copy Feliks' actions. But before he could do an attack, the Polish man would always beat him to it. It just wasn't fair! Soon enough, the round came to an end, and Toris had lost. He slumped down into the sofa, utterly exhausted.
    Feliks was cackling, slapping his thigh with his hand, highly amused by Toris' misery. "I just totally beat you up! Are you going to cry like a baby now?" He teased, still laughing at the other man.
    "That's not very nice," Toris mumbled, refusing to look at Feliks. He set the controller down on the sofa, and stared at his lap, pouting a little. The Polish man always teased him when he won whatever it was they were doing. And sometimes it really got on the Lithuanian's nerves. This was one of those times.
    "Oh come on, I'm just, like, teasing!" Feliks chastised, trying to get Toris to look at him. When that didn't work, he pouted too, and grabbed the other man's chin, lifting it up, and turning it so the Lithuanian was forced to look at him. He smiled at him.
    Toris didn't smile back. He just continued to pout.
    "Come on Toris, give me a smile!" Feliks cooed, trying his hardest to cheer the other man up. He stuck out his tongue, making a funny face.
    Toris' face stayed stone cold.
    Feliks groaned in irritation. "Oh Toris, it was just a joke! Like, lighten up!"
    Toris pulled his chin out of Feliks' hand, and turned away, huffing.
    Feliks stayed quiet for a few minutes, wondering what to try next. Then, it was like a lightbulb turned on in his head, as an idea sprang forth. His default lazy smirk returned, though it was a little less lazy and a little more playful. "Oh, I know what will, like, turn that frown upside down!" He exclaimed, before he stuck two wiggling fingers into the crook of Toris' underarm.
    Toris jumped in surprise, and a few chuckles escaped within seconds. "F-Feliks! Stahap thahahat!" He squirmed on the couch, clamping his arms to his sides, as a helpless grin formed on his face.
    Feliks grinned himself. "Now, that's totally a smile!" He continued to tickle Toris for a few more minutes, before letting up and removing his fingers.
    Toris panted, cheeks slightly pink from a blush caused by his laughter. He really wanted to get Feliks back, but he figured that could wait for another time. "Th-Thanks," he said between pants. "I needed th-that."
    Feliks' grin stretched even wider at Toris' comment. "Anytime, cutie," he replied, as he leaned over, and pecked his boyfriend on the cheek.

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